Ive had the same about me for two years. Ive had the same pictures for two years. Ive been on myspace for two years. If I wrote an autobiography of my life I'd probably omit the part about this worthless landscape of barren thought. I'd replace it with adventures of tank batallion commandment. And vanquishment of evil dragons. And some really hot damsel in distress. Although one should never associate the words damsel and distress with that three lettered mongrel of a word, 'hot.' And so for romanticism's sake, along with the sake of my own personal sake, which for safety's sake, will be a properly secured bit of sake, we'll call this damsel in question. Um. Becoming. With an o. Not a u. Because this is my about me. Not my about my sick hormonal urges. I suppose thats somewhat shakespearean sounding in my opinion. Then, I guess that doesn't hold much weight because to a lot of people monday night football probably sounds shakespearean. Sadly though, none of that has happened. I once pretended my car was a tank and after it did not successfully plow through a trashcan without a great deal of trouble (I requested assistance from a lean looking fella in a toyota tundra) I remittedly decided to refrain from referring to myself as sergeant heartstop.I was going to move to new york at the end of the summer, but now thats gone and past and suddenly the need for urqency doesn't seem so great. So perhaps I'll sit here in pittsburgh for a short while longer and experience all the iron city has to offer. Which at this vacuous little point in time seems to be electricity. And running water. Which when used in tandem does not light houses nor provide crucial methods of hygiene but is used exclusively for fermenting beer. As demonstrated by the drunken buffoons you see meandering around oakland and trying to pass themselves off as college students and at the same time trying not to pass out altogether (midday)
Who I'd like to meet
